Nor ever after be you vinculized,
Since you that sociability denied

To him whose potent Lexiphanian style
Words can prolongate, and inswell his page
With what in others to a line's confined.

Welcome, thou verbal potentate and prince! To hills and valleys, where emerging oats From earth assuage our pauperty to bay, And bless thy name, thy dictionarian skill, Which there definitive will still remain, And oft be speculized by taper blue, While youth studentious turn thy folio page.

Have you, as yet, in per'patetic mood, Regarded with the texture of the eye The cave cavernic, where fraternal bard, Churchill, depicted pauperated swains With thraldom and bleak want reducted sore; Where Nature, colourized, so coarsely fades, And puts her russet par pharnalia on? Have you, as yet, the way explorified, To let lignarian chalice, swelled with oats, Thy orifice approach? Have you, as yet, With skin fresh rubified with scarlet spheres, Applied brimstonic unction to

your

To terrify the salamandrian fire,
That from involuntary digits asks

hide,

The strong allaceration?Or can you swill.

The usquebalian flames of whisky blue,
In fermentation strong? Have you applied
The kilt aërian to your Anglian thighs,
And with renunciation assignized

you,

Your breeches in Londona to be worn?
Can in frigour of Highlandian sky,
On heathy summits take nocturnal rest ?
It cannot be :-You may as well desire
An alderman leave plumpuddenian store,
And scratch the tegument from pottage dish,
As bid thy countrymen, and thee, conjoined,
Forsake stomachic joys. Then hie
you home,
And be a malcontent, that naked hinds,
On lentiles fed, could make your kingdom
quake,

And tremulate Old England libertized !

EPIGRAM,

On seeing Scales used in a Mason Lodge.

WHY should the Brethren, met in Lodge,
Adopt such awkward measures,
To set their scales and weights to judge
The value of their treasures?

The law laid down from

age to

age,

How can they well o'ercome it?

For it forbids them to engage

With aught but Line and Plummet.

EPITAPH ON GENERAL WOLFE.

In worth exceeding, and in virtue great,
Words would want force his actions to relate.
Silence, ye bards! eulogiums vain forbear;
It is enough to say that Wolfe lies here.

EPIGRAM,

On the numerous Epitaphs for GENERAL WOLFE; for the best of which a Premium of L. 100 was promised.

THE Muse, a shameless, mercenary jade! Has now assumed the arch-tongued lawyer's trade;

In Wolfe's deserving praises silent she,

Till flattered with the prospect of a fee.

HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. I.

NE'ER fash your thumb what gods decree
To be the weird o' you or me,

Nor deal in cantrip's kittle cunning
To spier how fast your days are running;
But patient lippen for the best,
Nor be in dowy thought opprest,
Whether we see mair winters come,
Than this that spits wi' cankered foam.
Now moisten weel your geyzened wa's
Wi' couthy friends and hearty blaws;
Ne'er let your hope o'ergang your days,
For eild and thraldom never stays;

your

The day looks gash, toot aff
Nor care yae strae about the morn.

horn,

EPIGRAM,

On a Lawyer's desiring one of the Tribe to look with respect to a Gibbet.

THE lawyers may revere that tree,
Where thieves so oft have strung,
Since, by the law's most wise decree,
Her thieves are never hung.

EPIGRAM,

Written Extempore, at the Desire of a Gentleman who was rather ill-favoured, but who had a beautiful Family of Children.

SCOTT and his children emblems are

Of real good and evil ;

His children are like cherubims,

But Scott is like the devil.

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